Oh, What Fun It Is To Slide In A 107 Horse Chevrolet

This morning Kev and Daniel were invited to go downtown to see Music and the Spoken Word and the following Mo Tab Christmas concert with Kev’s parents. Alas, it was not meant be. The roads were super slick due to last night’s snow and headed out of our neighborhood Kev turned the steering wheel of his car and the car did not turn. The brakes were equally ineffective and the car slid into the curb. Luckily, there wasn’t an enormous amount of speed involved and Kev got the car back on the road and continued on his way. Unluckily, right away he noticed that something wasn’t right. He pulled into a gas station and discovered that the rim on one of the front tires looked like this:


He swapped it out for the spare and headed home, only to have the tire of the spare pop off the rim before he could get here. They tell me that even in the snow metal on asphalt creates sparks.


Once they got close to the house, Kev, Daniel, Nathan, and some complete stranger who lives a couple of streets from here (He was on his way home from work and saw a need so he stopped. Nice, huh?) shoveled the driveway (our driveway is a little bit on the steep side and there was no way a tireless car was going to get up it in the snow) and Kev and the friendly neighbor pushed the car into the garage while I steered.

Kev and Daniel were both pretty disappointed about missing the concert. I don’t think Daniel’s face could have been any sadder if someone had told him Santa was dead. But we were all very grateful because it definitely could have been worse.

Moral of the story? There really isn’t one. It’s just another saga in our chaotic life.